You say it's nothing like that.
But you cry, as if it is like that.
You tell me we're friends,
But you forgive me for not being your friend.
You say I have someone else out there.
Then why do I only see you?
You say I make you the happiest girl ever.
Why do you blow me away like a feather?
Let's get off this lonely island.
Let's start to let ourselves understand.
This is no game.
This is a pain.
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He sits overlooking the precipice contemplating his apparent emotional turmoil. How does he actually feel about her.
I can't act the same ever with you again. I can't be 100% myself around you. I can't hug you whenever I want to. You're not rightfully mine. You were mine. I miss that. I will admit it.
Te escuché hablar sobre el amor de tu vida y lo duro que fue perderla el día que me pediste formalmente que me casara contigo. Estabas borracho. Al principio lloré un poco.
You say that you love me. But we'd be no good together. You say that you need me. But push me away. You say that you want me. But tell me to find another. I ask for nothing. I expect nothing.
I feel stupid for saying those things. Saying that I wanted to meet another guy, when really you were the one I wanted. Now everything is messed up. You don't like me anymore, I still like you.
I always want to ask you about that short vertical scar on the middle of your back, but I figure it wouldn't be a good idea. So I stare at it.
When I needed a friend, All you could offer was your love. And when I needed a lover, your friendship was all I could have.
I have no heart, Yet can't you see, There is no one who loves you more than me, Though I have no heart, No emotions either, I know I love you, Even without it.
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